Trust No One

I was glancing through a church products magazine and happened across a page displaying wheelchair signs. Then I saw a man in a wheel chair and I was reminded of something my husband once told me. He was in the living room watching an episode of "Fringe." Fringe is the latest Sci-Fi series and so, of course, my husband is drawn to it like flies on honey. It deals with the most bizarre cases you ever heard of. It is almost like an X-Files but in reverse. Anyway, I was busy in the kitchen when my husband called me into the living room, nodded toward the screen, and said, "I want you to see this." I thought, Oh great, some giant bug is about to suck the brains out of someone through their feet (or something like that).

He pushed play. The episode he was watching was about a serial killer who would stalk and kidnap women who he felt needed to be more beautiful. He would kill them and then make them "beautiful" by doing their make up and removing tattoos and dressing them in gowns. In the scene I was watching, a woman exits a building with a man in a wheel chair whom she has just met. The man is super friendly and the woman walks him to his van. The man opens up the side door to let down the ramp so that he can get into his van to drive it. The latch to let it down is stuck and the man can't reach it. The woman offers to help. The super friendly wheel chair bound man graciously thanks her and backs out of the way. The woman leans into the van to unlatch the ramp. The man in the wheel chair stands up, walks over to her and injects her with a sedative to incapacitate her. Then he shoves her inside.

Now at the time, I didn't realize what the show was about and had no idea the man was the serial killer. And when I saw this supposedly handicapped gentlemen get up out of his wheel chair and walk over to the woman, I was seriously disturbed. Moral of the story: Trust No One. Not even people in wheel chairs.